Tony listened to his mate's words. His face never changed but his eyes lit up with emotion all the same. When she mentioned sea over fire he scoffed, 'T' be lunch f' some big fish?' Tony's mocking was half hearted and accompanied with a dry snigger. He fell silent though after, gazing down at the ground awkwardly. 'Doesn' matter. Dead anyway...'. His fingers entwined with the fur on his thighs anxiously. He was obviously much more affected than he let on. His selfish comebacks were weak and low to say the least.
With a sign, he stepped closer. A large hand moved Neela's plush fur our of the way and wrapped around the tiny russet pup. Tony frowned at his daughter, using his other hand to rub her tiny chest gently. 'Prob'ly 'cause 's cold in here. Y' think y' warm enough alone? Need fire..' he placed the pup down where she had been and shook his head. 'Should take 'er t' Hadley... How're th' others?' Tony suggested, sitting down beside Neela. 'Did y' name 'm?'
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